My wife kissed me on the way out the door. I stepped on the porch as walked to her car. “Good luck in class,” I shouted. She was off to a pottery class.
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“Thanks,” she yelled back, all excited and high pitched, “see you in a couple hours.”
She got in her car and drove off, as I stood and looked at the sunset. I got back inside and started doing some chores. As I tidied up her art space in the living room, I saw she had left her smock. She could easily borrow one there, but I knew how much she loved this one because of its pockets and the ones there have holes in some of them.
The art center was only a short drive away, so I hopped in the car and drove over. As I pulled into the center’s parking lot, I noticed it was mostly dark and there were very few cars around. I parked and headed up to the building.
At the entrance, I found a piece of paper taped to the door. It read “pottery wheel classes canceled tonight” and today’s date. If class is canceled, where the hell is my wife. I looked around and saw her car parked, so she was somewhere. I pulled at the door and it swung open.
The art center is essentially a lobby connected to a hallway with different studios up and down. The hallway was mostly dark, except for a few in the lobby and a door about halfway down the hall. I headed towards the door.
I stopped and peered through the window. The studio was dimly lit with a couple of lamps, almost romantic lighting. I saw my wife sitting at a wheel, working some clay. Her back was to me but at an angle, so I could still see the side of her face and what she was making. She would occasionally look up and giggle or say something, but I couldn’t see who she was talking to.
Her hands worked the clay seductively. They were dirty but still so soft and elegant. The clay she was molding had started to take shape. However, it didn’t look like a bowl or pot. It started getting thinner and taller. After few seconds, my wife had essentially worked her clay into a 10 inch dildo. She wrapped both hands around it, lacing her fingers, and stroked it up and down.
She looked over at whoever was in the room with her. Her cheeks were flushed and she was biting the corner of her lips. Her hands stroked up and down the clay like they had my dick so many times. I was getting hard watching her.
She exchanged a few words with her mysterious friend. I couldn’t hear anything but I could tell from her gaze that she was watching someone get up and walk over to her. I watched as Jake, her instructor, walked into view. I had never seen Jake before. He was tall with dark beard and hair. His appearance put a lump in my throat.
He approached her wheel and sat down behind her, chest to back. His clay covered hands wrapped around her’s as they started getting into rhythm. She started pushing her ass back against him, grinding on his cock. Her hand snuck behind her and started unbuckling his pants. She snaked her hand into his pants and started massaging his cock.
The wheel stopped moving and the clay collapsed as Jake pulled my wife’s shirt off and started groping her tits. Their clothes and bodies were getting dirty as they continued undressing each other. My wife eventually fished his cock out of his pants. She slightly stood up and pulled her shorts down past her knees.
I watched my wife lower herself gently down onto his lap. Without either of them touching it, his cock slipped inside my wife, like it was meant to be there. They started slowly, with her gently grinding on him.
His hands explored her body, leaving clay all over her belly and tits. She turned her head towards him and they kissed passionately. Her grinding was getting more aggressive.
I noticed that I was getting hard. I reached down and started rubbing my dick through my shorts. I looked up to see her now bouncing up and down in his lap. I could finally hear them through the door. They were both moaning and wailing as Jake lifted my wife and then let her drop onto his cock.
My wife started to quiver and howl. Jake smiled and was barking something at her while she came. Her bouncing slowed and she slowly ground into him. Jake stood her up and bent her over the wheel.
My wife was standing with both hands firmly on the wheel as Jake stood up behind her and thrusted back in. It was primal, like something he’d been dying to do for ages. My wife bounced furiously as Jake piped her pussy raw.
His thrusting quickened as his climax approached. He buried himself in my wife and unloaded his cock deep her pussy. I couldn’t hear anything, but his head tilted back and he appeared to be basically howling. I felt the pressure build in my groin and shot my load in my shorts. In the classroom, Jake was bent over my wife, milking his load into her. He eventually pulled out and they both stood up.
I ducked so they wouldn’t see me and headed back to the car. I sat in stunned silence at what I just saw. I started the car and drove home, wondering how to ask my wife if she wanted to invite her new friend over some evening.
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